Chapter 51

Zhaonan is just an ordinary village doctor. He's only received a few days of training from barefoot doctors and doesn't understand much.Rong Zhaonan looked at Ning Yuan, said nothing, and sat down wi...But......

"Don't you eat breakfast" Ning Yuan was about to go brush her teeth with a enamel cup, but she found Rong Zhaonan carrying farming tools out the door.

She was a little puzzled, wondering why he woke up so much earlier than her. Was there something important going on this morning

Rong Zhaonan froze, without turning back: "Well, Mr. Tang isn't feeling well, so I'll take his place."

Ning Yuan nodded. "Okay."

A layer of awkward politeness suddenly separated the two.

Rong Zhaonan glanced at her, then turned and walked away.

Ning Yuan pretended not to see him, finished washing up in silence, and carried her own farming tools to work.

Today, I didn't see Tang Zhenzhen and Huang Xuerhong in the field. They are probably on leave.

Only Qin Xiaoxia was in the ground. When she saw Qin Xiaoxia looking over, she actually smiled at her.

The rest of the educated youth team, a whole bunch of them, saw her and they acted like they had seen the King Yama himself. They were all timid and shrank their heads, too afraid to even look at her.

Ning Yuan knew this was her "crazy" outburst from yesterday, striking with "pomp" and "bearing."

This bunch of fools used as pawns by Tang Zhenzhen, Ning Yuan wouldn't bother with them. As long as they don't come to provoke her, it's fine.

She carried the hoe and turned to go to the area assigned by the villagers, ready to work.

A day passes in a flurry of activity.

After work, I finished recording my work points and took advantage of the fact that there were not many people around.

Manhua gave her two handfuls of greens again, and also a small basket of eggs.

Ning Yuan was taken aback and smiled as she took it: "Miss Manhua, I came back late yesterday and caused some trouble, so I brought something but forgot to give it to you."

Saying that, she took a small box from her inside pocket and handed it to her.

When she looked down, she saw a round shell. When she opened it, there was white, translucent paste inside.

She was startled: "It's clam oil, what a good thing!"

This thing can be used to wipe your face and hands, moisturizing the skin.

Màn Huā took it and sniffed. She carefully wiped her hands clean, then dabbed a bit on the back of her hand and rubbed it in: "It smells so good. I haven't used this stuff in years."

But the next moment, she pushed the clam oil to Ning Yuan: "This thing, I can't accept it. Besides, a country bumpkin wouldn't use clam oil for their face and hands. They're not so delicate."

"Níngyuán instead held onto her hand: 'Then I should return the egg to you, Mànhuā. This thing isn't expensive, only five cents. We are just exchanging courtesies.'"

Last time, Manhua helped her drive away the troublesome Wang San Yi. She hasn't thanked Manhua properly yet.

Human interaction, to put it simply, is when people have similar moral standards.

You are good to me, and I am good to you. We become friends with each other.

Manhua was taken aback, but still nodded. "Alright, I'll take it."

Ning Yuan's big eyes curved into a smile as she waved goodbye: "I'm leaving!"

Watching Ning Yuan leave, Man Hua lowered her head and smelled the clam oil fragrance. This was still made in Shanghai, it's different from other places.

She had a complicated mix of emotions.

She was also a city girl, a third-generation "sent-down youth" who had no hope of returning to the city and had to marry into the countryside.

Life in the countryside was hard, even though she chose to marry the son of the village secretary, every penny had to be stretched thin.

She hasn't used any face or hand wipes in many years.

The scent of clam oil and the sheen on her rough hands brought back memories of her days as a young girl, by her parents' side.

Màn Huā couldn't help but redden her eyes, Níng Yuán was truly very thoughtful.

If anyone is able to help that girl, she should help her as much as possible. As an orphaned woman married in the countryside, she understands the difficulties better than anyone else.

Qin Xiaoxia entered the room and saw Manhua staring blankly at the clam oil.

She hummed softly in her heart, Ning Yuan was indeed generous, using the five yuan that she swindled from Tang Zhenzhen to make a lot of connections.

"Do we need to keep track of work points, Qin Zhiqing" When Manhua saw someone coming, she immediately put the clam oil into a drawer.

Qin Xiaoxiao smiled: "Yes, Auntie Manhua."

It doesn't matter to me who Ning Yuan tries to buy off to go against Tang Zhenzhen, anyway it’s dog bites dog, she enjoys watching.As he was speaking, the man suddenly stopped and walked away without a word, holding his bowl. Ning Yuan was a little confused."What's wrong What is this" she wondered, how could this person be so fic...